This morning I was watching the Today show for the first time in quite some time. With a curious toddler in the middle of a pandemic, I don't need to overwhelm her little heart -- We've already dealt with nightmares because Frosty melted. That being said, I was getting dressed in the other room when I heard my beloved Goo Goo Dolls singing "Better Days" trailing from the television. I rushed in to see a video montage of remarkable, encouraging moments from 2020 with "Better Days" as the background music. The flood gates opened. And what amounted was tears the size of Noah's flood.
We will close out 2020 tonight, and we look to 2021 with high hopes. I always think of Kennedy when I say "high hopes." The reality is this next year may be no different. I sat at the breakfast table the other morning with Jeremy and my mother-in-law and made the statement of how this new year might be no different. When the clock strikes 12, the reality is we are still going to be living in the same situation... and quite possibly a situation I dread even more.
